Althea, the geeky troll

msmoleskin:

Alfred Pennyworth

king of sass

thelittlestbat:

our hoodies - attack on titan

it was waiting to be made since months and we knew we have too many snk fans among our close friends to just drop this project, even though it was quite a challenge! yes, it’s another double layered hoodie and yes, this is one piece thing, both layers are sewn together~ up here on etsy and obviously this can be made with any other symbol too ♥

fuckyeahcaroldanvers:

tsarinajissa:

shinykari:

damalur:

petition for deconnick & wilson to co-write a carol/kamala team-up miniseries

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FROM WHAT KELLY SURE SAID LAST NIGHT SHE AND G. WILLOW WILSON WOULD BE OPEN TO IT—everyone should send emails top mheroes@marvel.com…

panovanator:

The Hawkguy wooden box

Pyrography along with embroidery were my very first crafts… Russia is very big on the whole “decorating things by burning them” thing and I remember doing it very young (at this point I just think my grandparents were a bit insane because I would not trust a 7-year-old with a soldering iron; but hey - I wasn’t raised in the Soviet Union, just born in it). 

As always, the Hawkguy (Matt Fraction and David Aja) holds a special place in my heart. It’s a rather small box (4.5 inches wide), pyrographed, colored with ink, with gold leaf for Kate’s aviators (because she is classy) and aluminum leaf for the rims and bumpers of the car. 

twelves-impossible-girl:

notsomolly:

“Eccleston was a tiger and Tennant was, well, Tigger. Smith is an uncoordinated housecat who pretends that he meant to do that after falling off a piece of furniture.” — Steven Moffat

I think we all know who that makes Capaldi.

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This is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

freshprincemomma:

sassy-hook:

pleasant-trees:

aprilsvigil:

manticoreimaginary:

Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

I can’t stop watching this. 

#I watched this for too long to not reblog

Whoa.

freshprincemomma:

sassy-hook:

pleasant-trees:

aprilsvigil:

manticoreimaginary:

Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

I can’t stop watching this. 

Whoa.

my-name-is-really-neil-mcneil:

wienersushi:

japhers:

folwer:

but its important

IM SORRY BUT IM DYING THEY LOOK LIKE A BOY BAND


gardenslumberparty look

i would fuck these plants tho ???

my-name-is-really-neil-mcneil:

wienersushi:

japhers:

folwer:

but its important

IM SORRY BUT IM DYING THEY LOOK LIKE A BOY BAND

gardenslumberparty look

i would fuck these plants tho ???

I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen.